歌曲 | Let's Never Go to Sleep |
歌手 | Action Action |
专辑 | Don't Cut Your Fabric to This Year's Fashion |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kluepfel | |
Alone again, sociable | |
Just a walking contradiction for the diction to beat | |
I'm so dumb, so very numb | |
I can't tell who, why, or what | |
I've already done | |
Incomplete, did you get any sleep? | |
A photocopy of a copy of a copy just leaked | |
Stuck in this room, stuck in your dreams | |
One, two, three, fourteen times a day | |
Can you see, you remind me of how | |
I use to be | |
Let's say goodbye to our maybes, alright | |
Incomplete, just a texture of how life really is | |
And it seems to feel so real, so so real, so real, oh real | |
Eyes wide shut, faded to white | |
A little conversation never seemed to stray this far | |
Ignore my thoughts, is that blood on your sleeve? | |
A needle dropped inside my basket of great, great ideas | |
Susceptible, open and bare | |
Going under in the seven seas of long blank stares | |
You're so damn good, | |
I'm so damn hot | |
Let's burn it out and be forgotten forever and out | |
Can you see, you remind me of how | |
I use to be | |
Let's say goodbye to our maybes | |
Incomplete, just a texture of how life really is | |
And it seems to feel so real | |
Time and circles, it's the way we are | |
Held by the legions of our alcohol | |
Bound to the faintness of an hour glass | |
Open box cutter, empty cigarette | |
The meaning of life will come in a dream | |
This is why we must never go to sleep | |
Confined to our habits, rinse, wash, repeat | |
Open box cutter, empty cigarette | |
Can you see, you remind me of how | |
I use to be | |
Let's say goodbye to our maybes | |
Incomplete, just a texture of how life really is | |
And it seems to feel so real[Incomprehensible] |
zuo qu : Kluepfel | |
Alone again, sociable | |
Just a walking contradiction for the diction to beat | |
I' m so dumb, so very numb | |
I can' t tell who, why, or what | |
I' ve already done | |
Incomplete, did you get any sleep? | |
A photocopy of a copy of a copy just leaked | |
Stuck in this room, stuck in your dreams | |
One, two, three, fourteen times a day | |
Can you see, you remind me of how | |
I use to be | |
Let' s say goodbye to our maybes, alright | |
Incomplete, just a texture of how life really is | |
And it seems to feel so real, so so real, so real, oh real | |
Eyes wide shut, faded to white | |
A little conversation never seemed to stray this far | |
Ignore my thoughts, is that blood on your sleeve? | |
A needle dropped inside my basket of great, great ideas | |
Susceptible, open and bare | |
Going under in the seven seas of long blank stares | |
You' re so damn good, | |
I' m so damn hot | |
Let' s burn it out and be forgotten forever and out | |
Can you see, you remind me of how | |
I use to be | |
Let' s say goodbye to our maybes | |
Incomplete, just a texture of how life really is | |
And it seems to feel so real | |
Time and circles, it' s the way we are | |
Held by the legions of our alcohol | |
Bound to the faintness of an hour glass | |
Open box cutter, empty cigarette | |
The meaning of life will come in a dream | |
This is why we must never go to sleep | |
Confined to our habits, rinse, wash, repeat | |
Open box cutter, empty cigarette | |
Can you see, you remind me of how | |
I use to be | |
Let' s say goodbye to our maybes | |
Incomplete, just a texture of how life really is | |
And it seems to feel so real Incomprehensible |
zuò qǔ : Kluepfel | |
Alone again, sociable | |
Just a walking contradiction for the diction to beat | |
I' m so dumb, so very numb | |
I can' t tell who, why, or what | |
I' ve already done | |
Incomplete, did you get any sleep? | |
A photocopy of a copy of a copy just leaked | |
Stuck in this room, stuck in your dreams | |
One, two, three, fourteen times a day | |
Can you see, you remind me of how | |
I use to be | |
Let' s say goodbye to our maybes, alright | |
Incomplete, just a texture of how life really is | |
And it seems to feel so real, so so real, so real, oh real | |
Eyes wide shut, faded to white | |
A little conversation never seemed to stray this far | |
Ignore my thoughts, is that blood on your sleeve? | |
A needle dropped inside my basket of great, great ideas | |
Susceptible, open and bare | |
Going under in the seven seas of long blank stares | |
You' re so damn good, | |
I' m so damn hot | |
Let' s burn it out and be forgotten forever and out | |
Can you see, you remind me of how | |
I use to be | |
Let' s say goodbye to our maybes | |
Incomplete, just a texture of how life really is | |
And it seems to feel so real | |
Time and circles, it' s the way we are | |
Held by the legions of our alcohol | |
Bound to the faintness of an hour glass | |
Open box cutter, empty cigarette | |
The meaning of life will come in a dream | |
This is why we must never go to sleep | |
Confined to our habits, rinse, wash, repeat | |
Open box cutter, empty cigarette | |
Can you see, you remind me of how | |
I use to be | |
Let' s say goodbye to our maybes | |
Incomplete, just a texture of how life really is | |
And it seems to feel so real Incomprehensible |